Ravi Chandra Singh is the last guy you’d expect to become a private detective. A failed religious scholar, he now works for Golden Sentinels, an upmarket London private investigations agency. His colleagues are a band of gleefully amoral and brilliant screw-ups : Ken and Clive, a pair of brutal ex-cops from the Old School who are also a gay couple ; Mark Chapman, a stoner with a great mind when you can get him to smoking weed for five minutes; Marcie Holder, a cheerful former publicist ; Benjamin Lee, a MacGyver-style techie from South London; David Okri, an ambitious lawyer from a well-connected Nigerian immigrant family; and Olivia Wong, an upper-class Hong Kong heiress who’s a financial analyst hiding her real skills as one of the most notorious hackers in the world—all under the watchful eye of Roger Golden, wheeler-dealer extraordinaire, and his cofounder and office manager, Cheryl Hughes.
Thrust into a world where the rich, famous, and powerful hire him to solve their problems and wash their dirty laundry, Ravi finds himself in over his head with increasingly gonzo and complex cases : an up-and-coming politician who’s convinced that his dead fiancée is haunting him; a war between rival authors that goes from online harassment to violence; a search for a Pakistani girl from a rich family who’s run away to escape an arranged marriage that has geopolitical implications; and, finally, a banker in peril whose revelations bring Ravi his first murder case, one whose repercusions will plague him for years to come.
And through it all, as he begins to see visions of Hindu gods, Ravi wonders about the cost the job will have on his soul – or if he might enjoy the chaos far too much…
